But all
 this that I have been now saying, as I mentioned before, is said on my own account, though
 the republic, and my own indignation, and the injuries done by these fellows, have
 compelled me to say it. But Roscius is indignant at none of these things; he accuses no
 one; he does not complain of the loss of his patrimony; he, ignorant of the world, rustic
 and down that he is, thinks that all those things which you say were done by Sulla were
 done regularly, legally and according to the law of nations. If he is only exempted from
 blame and acquitted of this nefarious accusation, he will be glad to leave the court. If he is freed from this unworthy suspicion, he says
 that he can give up all his property with equanimity. He begs and entreats you, O
 Chrysogonus, if he has converted no part of his father's most ample possessions to his own
 use; if he has defrauded you in no particular; if he has given up to you and paid over and
 weighed out to you all his possessions with the most scrupulous faith; if he has given up
 to you the very garment with which he was clothed, and the ring off his finger; if he has
 stripped himself bare of everything, and has excepted nothing—he entreats you, I say, that
 he may be allowed to pass his life in innocence and indigence, supported by the assistance
 of his friends. “You are in possession of my farms,” says he; “I am living on the charity of others; I do
 not object to that, both because I have a calm mind, and because it is inevitable. My own
 house is open to you, and is closed against myself. I endure that. You are master of my
 numerous household; I have not one slave. I submit to that, and think it is to be borne.”
 What would you have more? What are you aiming at? Why are you attacking me now? In what
 point do you think your desires injured by me? In what point do I stand in the way of your
 advantage? In what do I hinder you? If you wish to slay the man for the sake of his
 spoils, you have despoiled him. What do you want more? If you want to slay him out of
 enmity, what enmity have you against him whose farms you took possession of before you
 knew himself? If you fear him, can you fear anything from him who you see is unable to
 ward off so atrocious an injury from himself? If, because the possessions which belonged
 to Roscius have become yours, on that account you seek to destroy his son, do you not show
 that you are afraid of that which you above all other men ought not to be afraid of;
 namely, that sometime or other their father's property may be restored to the children of
 proscribed persons? You do wrong, O Chrysogonus, if
 you place greater hope of being able to preserve your purchase, than in those exploits
 which Lucius Sulla has performed But if you have no cause for wishing this unhappy man to
 be afflicted with such a grievous calamity; if he has given up to you everything but his
 life, and has reserved to himself nothing of his paternal property, not even as a memorial
 of his father—then, in the name of the gods, what is the meaning of this cruelty, of this
 savage and inhuman disposition? What bandit was ever so wicked, what pirate was ever so
 barbarous, as to prefer stripping off his spoils from his victim stained with his blood,
 which he might possess his plunder unstained, without blood?